So I guess I’ll just start at the beginning.
My name is Tammy, I was born in Massachusetts (My dad was in the army) and raised in Arizona. My father left when I was little and my mother was an alcoholic whose favorite pastime was beating on my brother and I. I was the middle child with two brothers, Toby and Troy.
Troy passed away from SIDS ( Sudden Infant death syndrome) when I was young so growing up it was just Toby and I. He was my best friend. We protected each other. By the time I was 8 my mother decided she couldn’t handle us anymore so she sent us to foster homes where I was molested by the foster father. I can remember standing around the corner while she was talking to the man that molested me And telling him that she would not call the police but he had to tell his wife. I always thought it was a mother’s job to protect her children. Apparently not my mother. I was 10 when I was put back with my alcoholic mother. The police brought me home from school on several occasions because of the bruises she would leave all over me, however, nothing ever happened to her therefor she kept up with beatings. Then my brother was hit and killed by a drunk driver. In March of 1989 I became an only child. I was 15. It was then I knew I had to get out of there, and I did.
I’m living proof that a shitty childhood doesn’t determine or have any bearing on the person you become. Life is what you make it. I worked, and finished school. Then started my first year of collage at CAC. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life but knew if I wanted to be someone I had to go to collage, so I did. It didn’t go so well. After several abusive relationships and a 5 year marriage i suddenly was divorced with 2 beautiful children (Alexys & Cahleb) that i had to raise and more importantly had to protect. I loved being a mom, and I was good at it. I didn’t want any more relationships but I definitely wanted more children. I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be.. Just breath. Two words I said A LOT! Even had it tattooed on me. Through the years I was blessed with haylee, Samantha and Michael Lee. I worked my buns off to make sure my babies had everything they needed AND wanted. I had my share of struggles, always something wrong with my car and constantly moving cus I kept loosing jobs due to daycare issues, but I kept moving forward till one day my whole world crumbled around me.
It was July 2008, I went to pick up my daughter hailee after a weekend with her father To find this house completely empty. He had packed everything up and took my daughter and moved to new jersey. I went to the police.They couldn’t do anything about it.I went to the courts.They couldn’t do anything about it.I was told I had to go to new jersey and file papers with the courts there to get her returned. That was an impossible task considering i was a single mom with two small children at home and one in school. It would be 5 years before I was able to talk to my daughter again. Her father completely shut me out of her life, It wasn’t until her father’s sister took custody of her due to child safety concern issues and drug abuse.
It was Mother’s Day 2014, My phone rang and my when I answered it, It was my daughter on the other end.
What a blessed day that was! It was just a phone relationship.
That was better than what I’d had. To make a long story short it was twelve years before I was able to hug my daughter again. In 2017, the state took Michael and Samantha away from me. Due to not having a stable place to live. Samantha was adopted and now lives in Texas and my daughter Alexis was able to get Michael.
So I have a relationship with him but I sure miss samantha. I’ve basically been homeless since 2017. I feel truly blessed for what I do have though. My children are healthy and smart And have wonderful futures ahead of them. I just want a dependable car And a home where I can make Thanksgiving dinner and set up a Christmas tree.
And have future birthday parties for my grandchildren and family gatherings. I just want to breathe again.
I thank you for taking the time to read my story. Every little bit helps, And I’m truly grateful For any help that I get.
Sincerely yours
Tammy Jackson
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